It’s funny.
Just when you find yourself filled with doubt about your ability to parent, when you’re tempted to curl up under the covers and never come out again, the universe throws you a bone.
Your child, who just days before had been screaming her hatred at you, begins to smile.
Instead of “go away,” you hear, “I’m going to marry you someday, mommy.”
Instead of scratching nails, you feel hugging arms.
Instead of an aching head, you get a bursting heart.
The flowers bloom. The breeze giggles. The balloons bounce. And the girl you love so well?
Brings the sunshine back again.
